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Of Men and Mavericks (Pleasure Point/Hook)


I took today off from work to be a surfer extra in a movie filming locally about Jay Moriarty, lamely entitled Of Men and Mavericks.

Heather and I met up at Starbucks and caravanned to street parking a few blocks from the meetup location at a park on 38th Ave. They wanted us there at 6 am, still dark and far too early. After a disorganized check-in, we waited hours to be called. Totally could’ve gone surfing in the interim, if only we’d known.


Finally we suited up – no gloves or hood today! – and headed to the slimy stairs at 38th Ave. It was near high tide, and they were overcautious in helping the extras into the water. The line was long and slow.


When at last we reached the cool water, Heather left me in the dust, paddling quickly out on her longboard to the camera and support boats while I took a little longer on my 5’4″ fish Nemo. Still, I blew past a family that clearly had never surfed and was floundering around like the star of Blue Crush 2 (limp-wristed paddling). We’d been instructed to form just a half-circle on the beach side, and I found Heather on the left end at the back.

When they said the left was bloated and we needed to move right, I abandoned her in search of better viewing.

On the right side, I somehow wormed my way closer to the front, until I was in the first row. I’m pushy that way.

Eventually the director explained the scene. After a woman in the canoe played the end of a Hawaiian song, Gerry would yell “To Jay” while throwing water into the air. A few seconds later, we extras were to do the same. They needed to shoot this from several camera angles from both the boats and the water, so we repeated it five or six times. People kept jumping the gun, to the director’s exasperation.
After about the fourth try, Gerry gave a little speech through the bullhorn, trying to set the mood. On the next two takes, his voice broke badly. I’m curious to see what ends up in the movie. And, of course, if I’m in it!

I saw Holly Beck sitting between the camera boats, and wanted to paddle over to say hi. I thought I might get stopped, but I tend to follow the adage that it’s better to ask forgiveness than permission, so what the hell. And in fact no one said a word. I introduced myself and chatted with Holly for a little while; she’s just as nice as everyone’s told me and I’m looking forward to spending a week at her surf retreat in Nicaragua in January.


I watched the next to last take with Holly, getting a vantage similar to what we’ll eventually see in theaters. Then I paddled back around to the group, looking for Heather. One more take and they called lunch, and I couldn’t find her in the crowd. I started to paddle toward the less crowded stairs at 36th Ave, but the waves at Pleasure Point were beaconing. My arc curved toward them and I made the long paddle, stopping on the inside. I didn’t have high hopes jumping down from my 7’0″ to a 5’4″ fish, but I surprised myself by catching a decent number of waves. It was quite bumpy, and I once got thrown by an upjolt as I tried to pop up; it was like fighting double gravity. But the main trouble was that the board was squirrelly under my feet, and I couldn’t stay on it. The only time I got my feet planted and stable in the right spot, ready to ride, the wave petered out. Boo. Still, it gives me confidence that I’ll be able to transition pretty easily down to my new 6’2″, the 7’0″ made smaller.


Riding/tumbling in one last time, I paddled over to the 36th Ave stairs and headed back to the park, passing Heather on the way. She was just leaving in time to make her stint at the Marine Mammal Center. Disappointed in the lack of vegan options for lunch, I decided to bail as well and head to Whole Foods for something more filling than an orange and chips. The Hook was on my way back to the car so I went out for another quick session. Similar results, although I wish I could’ve stayed on the left at the last.

Paddling muscles very tired, I headed for home. Such a better way to spend a warm sunny day than in my cubicle!